A bottle of wine,
A book and a pen,
A poem in pencil
He won't read again.

A boy in his bed,
Eyes closed for a while,
Watching the sun rise
He can't help but smile.

Ending in moments
This pain and distress;
His undeserved grief,
His well-deserved rest.

White cotton sheets,
A dark shade of red.
His tear-coated eyes,
Rolled back in his head.

Family and friends
Keep questioning why...
"And it couldn't have happened
To a nicer guy."